Phoebe’s taken her first steps (Sunday, June 13 was the debut). In the space between Paul and I sitting on the floor, she happily toggles forward two, three, sometimes four steps before getting scooped up in one of our outstretched arms. Tickles, squeals and a few self-congratulatory claps follow.
It won’t be long, can’t be long, until she’s roaming entirely on her own. I’m sure the claps will continue.